Shouting her name from the mountaintops

Soundhound

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The house is full of people, laughter, food and drink. Just as Leslie always made sure. I’ve gone upstairs as I often did in the middle of parties to take a breather.

But Leslie didn’t throw this party. It’s her wake, she’s gone two days now. Her obit runs in the NY Times and LA Times this Sunday 5/10. Here’s the non-mandatory part I wrote for her.

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Loving wife, the great love of my life. My north, my south, my east and west. Devoted daughter, sister, aunt, friend to countless people. Leslie didn’t make friends—she was just irresistible, and people found themselves her new friend easily, without thinking about it.

Accomplished film artist, mentor and tutor to so many in her work and her life. Leslie was joyous, life giving, smart as hell, beautiful, curious, practical, brilliantly resourceful, fiercely principled, utterly fearless. She knew her own mind, and if you had it coming she didn’t hesitate to give you a piece of it, while making you laugh as she did. Unless she didn’t like you, in which case her initial salvo landed so solidly the clash was over almost before it began. Leslie took no prisoners. Why bother?

She rose to the very top of her profession while always remaining loyal to and protective of those who worked for her, and taking no nonsense from those she worked for. She was generous, but never to a fault. She gave you whatever she thought you needed whether it was love, support, understanding, encouragement, knowledge, incentive, courage, or a kick in the ass.

Leslie had gorgeous eyes, lush, beautiful hair, she was stylish, elegant, even glamorous. I told her once about someone describing her as glamorous, and she guffawed. Though rightfully proud of what she had accomplished in her life (she worked her ass off), she didn’t drop names, she didn’t find the need. She was unpretentious, at once effortlessly, inventively stylish, and completely down to earth.

A walking breath of fresh air, she loved great writing, great art and bad jokes. She loved nothing more than playing practical jokes on those she cared about. Parties seemed to spring up around her of their own volition. Our house was so often filled with the noise of life; old friends, new friends, people Leslie had just met that day.

Leslie took the recalcitrant lump of clay I was when we met in 1989 and did everything she could with it. Lovingly, patiently, creatively, endlessly, her stamina was breathtaking. She encouraged and inspired me to do so many things I’d always wanted to and never had. I remember sitting at home when I was trying my hand at writing, excited about a script I was working on. She had given me wonderful notes and encouragement, and for the first time I thought maybe I could write after all. She called from the other room “What are you doing?” “Working on the script,” I said. “Hurry up!” she replied, and I wrote till 3 in the morning. She was a joyful, hilarious force of nature.

Leslie was full of life, so her passing before her time feels like an insult to the natural order of things. She was one of a kind, you really had to know her.

I did, and though she’s gone now, she’s in my heart, held, cared for and safe, forever.

In my heart, and in so many others. Goodbye my love.
 
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Geomir

Senior Member
I am sorry for your loss. It's really hard. The closest person I ever lost was my mother 16 years ago (when she was 52 and I was 26). No words can describe or ease your pain. Only time can help you heal and recover.

From your amazing words about her, I can only understand how much you loved each other and how lucky she had been to have your love, dedication and respect every moment of your lives together. Be strong and keep all the good memories. You have my deepest condolences.
 

kgdrum

Greetings to All
I’m very sorry for your loss.
I know it’s a recent but when possible instead of grieving try to celebrate the time and experience you had with this wonderful woman.
That mindset helped me get into another state of mind with such a painful loss of someone I loved dearly.

Be well and take care.
 
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Soundhound

Senior Member
I had this thought today actually, and just saw your post now. I was writing to an old friend earlier about how she could forgive so completely, I don't know how she did it. When we'd have a fight I'd storm off for a while and after an hour or so (almost never continued to the next day) I'd come back and apologize, sometimes explaining how I'd arrived at that night's idiocy. She'd look at me and say "asshole", and then *poof* it was gone. Nothing hanging in the air, she'd forgiven me, and we were back, and it was fine.

She was just magnificent, so strong and kind. I was very lucky to have spent 3 decades with her. Going to try to hang on to that.



I’m very sorry for your loss.
I know it’s a recent but when possible instead of grieving try to celebrate the time and experience you had with this wonderful woman.
That mindset helped me get into another state of mind with such a painful loss of someone I loved dearly.

Be well and take care.
 

chimuelo

Star Of Stage & Screen
So sorry to hear this, but what a beautiful recollection from such a devoted soul.
I remember she had a stroke and posted my sympathies.
Once again my sympathy.

Kentucky makes fine people don’t they.
 

Stringtree

Active Member
So sorry to hear. Your words made my heart hurt. I hope with all I have that you have people around you who can help you support the weight of this.

My deepest sympathies. What a cool lady. So sorry, man.

Greg
 

Ásta Jónsdóttir

Active Member
I am new here on the forum but for what it is worth I want to say that I am so sorry for your loss.
Your words are sweet. Take care of yourself.

Ásta
 
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Soundhound

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Thank you everyone, such kind thoughts. Don’t think for a moment it doesn’t help, it absolutely does. Thank you.
 
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Soundhound

Senior Member
Here's Leslie around the time we first met. Working ridiculously long hours, and it never seemed to faze her.

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And here she is some 10 years before I met her. A hippie back then, and always remained, she never lost that fierce sense of right and wrong. In this picture she's just realized her brother had been taking pictures of her, on a cross country trip together, each in their own vw bugs.

I wished I had known her back then as well.

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